#oc angel gar

[silverwings22]

Fanfic Masterlist: Star Wars

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Caught in the Crosshairs (Crosshair x OC 18+) Complete!

Caught in the Crosshairs Concept Art/Doodles

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Angel with a Shotgun (Boba Fett x OC 18+)

Let Me Go (Din Djarin x OC 18+)

I'll Follow You (Tech One Shot) : SFW

Song of the Sea (Tech x OC 18+) (Based on the one-shot I'll Follow You) Complete!

Song of the Sea Concept Art/Doodles

1 2 3

Forget-Me-Not Blue, In Red (Commander Fox One Shot): SFW

Take Me to Church: (ARC Trooper Fives x OC 18+) Complete!

Lamp and Moth Do Arttober! 2024 (fanart/OC art challenge)

Moth Fixes Star Wars: AU sequel trilogy yap

Faces of Blood and Ink (Hunter x OC 18+): Coming soon!

[mocha-gladiator]

Finally got the lines and flats down!!

It looks so nice I'm so happy with how the curly fur turned out <3 The line force makes me happy too

I listened to a lot of HTTYD score music while making this, so its definitely a happy piece for me 🌻 We'll see what next week holds, but i would like to make a background for it too!!

[deltadescent]

i made up an AU and then told the discord server and then it grew 10x bigger...

angels and demons au everyone

theres far more i ended up drawing like 20+ things in the server but ill upload those later

[stormco0l]

teleports to your immediate location, putting my hand against the wall next to you. I saw your post about oc relationship dynamics :3

uhm. ok. this is probably going to be a bit of a long-ass list. and probably largely modp related bcs im. normal. about them.

2 and 18 for lyric and ink

9 for lyric and matthew

20 for the umbrella quad

amd uhm. for some non mopd ones

8 for angel and issac

15 for mangrove and calie

yeehaw 🤠

HHIHIHII NOVA THANK YOY YO ARE . AMAZING

2. How long have these two characters known each other?

im not to sure of the exact time, but its been a good strong while. Definately longer than lim & jess have been in the rooms, but after she joined the m.e.g. around the early days of being in the m.e.g, witch was a While ago lmao

so, like. its a strong foundation.

18. Do they view their relationship as temporary or permanent?

ooh. ooh this ones hard. ink, i think, would like to view it as permernant, but they dont. theyre waiting for a tragic end, waiting for it to fall apart, waiting for lyric to leave them.

lyric views it as permerant, but hasnt really relaised that. she thinks shed be fine with leaving ink [shes always been good at leaving things behind]. she dosent understand why she cant think about it for to long without feeling sick.

lyric isnt going to be the one to leave.

9. What is one quality they have in common?

OHOHOHO BOY :) THIS IS A GOOD ONE. lyric would hate this question. btw.

one thing thats shared between them is their ability to be chill exept about around three things.

for lyric, she gets furiously mad about matheww, and really protextive of ink .one started bacause of the other, but if you remkved one from the equasion the other woukd still exist .shes also really, really, really obsessibely passionate about music

matthew is actually largely calm and easygoing when not being obsessively loyal to the m.e.g, or ansolutely furious about the continued existance if anuthing nonhuman. most people dont even know about how he gets about thise things and think lyrics exagerating.

20. What is their best memory together?

.ooh thjs is a tricky one! .hmm .they probably have quite a few good ones but the best one i think woild probably finding the umbrellas .cause that was the moment where they kinda cemeted as a group, yk?

.it was also the first like .truly positve moment they all shared .so yeah .not the happiest overall maybe but a very important memory that was positive. pronably the first thing that comes up when they think happy memory for them too :]

8. How do they communicate with each other? Are there any recurring phrases or gestures unique to their relationship?

.angel and issac have progressed to the stage of friendship where basically everything they say sounds uttery incomprihensible to everyone else. so many inside jokes and weird little movements that completely recontextualise things.

angel also jsut voes completely mask off around issac when talking so you get conversations where angel outwardly says basically Nothing but issac is just so used to reading her that half of their converaation is based around nonberbal stuff noone else can really pick up on.

so yeah theyre Normal <3

15. Do they trust each other? Why or why not?

ooh this is a really interesting one! i think not Yet. for very different reasons.

mangrove has been so, so hurt because of trust in the past. theyres still feeling tje effects of that. calie is interesting to them, and theyre willing to help out from time to time, but like. theres no trust theh wont end up with another knife digging into them

theyre also just. in a Massively fragile state. ots hard to place your trust into someone when youre still trying to figure out who you Are.

calie is scared of mangrove. not cause of their apperance [witch. they still think Isnt Real], but cause of the way mangrove acts. theyre not a familiar prescence and calie dosent trust someone who they cant read at All.

callie also dosent trust themself. and its really, really hard to trust other people when you cant even tell whats real and what isnt.

THANM YOUU THJS WAS REALLY FUN :DDD <33

my goobers :]

[knightprincess]

Magic Medic (Part 1 of 3) - The 501st

Words: 2.2k Requested by: @rexmeshlasblog Note: She/her pronouns and Y/N are used. The second part will also include an OC (Iseult)—it was originally meant to be a one-shot but became a mini-series instead.

The war was brutal, even for the bravest of people, even for the troopers who had been created to fight for the republic tirelessly. Often with no reward or gratitude for the battles won and sacrifices made. There is no time to truly mourn and grieve the loss of their brothers who perished on the many battlefields spread across the wartorn galaxy.

Despite the never-ending stream of battlefields and warzones, some troopers had found something to help them keep fighting even when they wanted nothing more than to live a normal life, to be free and be able to choose what they wanted rather than someone deciding it for them. Rex was one of those lucky few. His reason for fighting outside of loyalty to what he believed in and his brothers and friends was a medic—specifically, the civvi medic assigned to the 501st.

She was beautiful, an angel in the eyes of many. Gentle, kind, and innocent, even with a contagious laugh that could get even the grumpiest men to smile. (Y/N) Devitt was her name. She comes from a small, peaceful island on an outer rim world, so out of the way, it hadn't been touched by the war and was almost as unknown as Kamino.

She would speak of her family on the odd occasion, but only when asked. Her parents had passed on when she was just a little girl, too young to truly remember them, so her uncle had taken her and her three siblings in and raised them as if they were his own. All three of (Y/N)'s siblings had applied for the GAR, too, when the republic announced they were hiring civilians. One of her brothers was a mechanic assigned to the 212th, and the other was a cryptographer stowed away in the military base on Coruscant. Finally, her sister was a medic, and she was often on rotation. She'd be wherever she was needed. As was typical for civvi medics, there weren't enough for each legion to have their own.

"Do you think Rex knows?" asked Jesse, looking to the datapad in hand; on it was the personnel file of the civvi medic identified as CM-1916. As was customary for the files of civvi personnel, there was a picture and a few personal details, such as last name, homeworld, gender, and age, but that was it. "Our angel is set to be transferred to the 104th," added Jesse as he handed the datapad to Fives and Echo.

Kix stood in the corner, still trying to process his feelings. (Y/N) was the most helpful medic they'd had so far. She had been with them twice throughout her rotations; the first time, she'd not been afraid to speak her mind or have a laugh with the boys. This second time, she'd been calmer, less sarcastic, but still brought light to their dark days.

"She never mentioned she worked with the commandoes before," worded Fives, astonishment flooding his voice as curiosity began to take over. (Y/N) wasn't any stranger to telling stories of her time with other legions, and on the occasions she was back on Coruscant. But she never stated she'd been assigned to Foxtrot and the unorthodox Clone Force 99.

"(Y/N)'s too gentle and innocent to be around Gregor," voiced Kix, almost storming over to the trio of Jesse and the Domino Twins, ignoring Hardcase's mischievous-filled chuckle coming from the stack of crates nearby. Almost as if he was privy to something no one else knew of.

"Rex," called Hardcase when the Captain appeared. There was little doubt he'd come looking for them upon noticing they were absent from the barracks again. There were few places to hide on board a Jedi Cruiser, so Rex only had to eliminate each hiding spot or guess from the small number to find them. "Did you know our precious (Y/N) is being reassigned? The 104th."

"Nobody told me," replied Rex, a smirk appearing across his lips in seconds as his eyes lit up ever so slightly. He managed to stifle his chuckle before it rumbled too loudly. More about what he remembered about (Y/N) and the hidden truth the boys in blue, even General Skywalker, had yet to learn. "(Y/N) just told me she will be staying with us for another rotation," announced Rex, watching as the confusion spread from one brother to the next until it circled back around to where it started.

Fives soon looked back at the datapad, intrigue beginning to paint itself across his features. He was curious. Was there a miscommunication somewhere? Or had the personnel file yet to be updated? Echo soon seemed perplexed. How was it MC-1916, their (Y/N) was to be assigned to the 104th and remained with them simultaneously? They all knew she was a talented medic, but even she couldn't be in two places at once.

Echo soon handed Rex the medical personnel file. A deep chuckle escaped him as he shook his head when his golden eyes landed on the screen. However, the captain didn't elaborate or speak of what had tickled him. Instead, he just grinned as he left the cargo hold, leaving the five troopers known for mischief-making confused in his wake.

"I get the feeling he knows something we don't," Jesse said, his golden eyes locked on the door Rex had chuckled through a few seconds earlier.

"You think," replied Echo, so fast it was as if the Arc Trooper had the words resting on the tip of his tongue. Once again, Hardcase laughed, louder this time, but again, he didn't elaborate or shed light on the theory he was sure held truth to it. After all, in a drunken haze the month prior, he was sure he'd seen two of (Y/N) at the bar of 79's letting loose while on shore leave. He never said anything about it nor asked her, instead believing he'd been so drunk his vision and mind were playing tricks on him.

"Hardcase," called Kix, turning his attention to the hyperactive brother, who seemed lost in thought but smirked like he was waiting for chaos to unfold. Bouncing in his seated position as if he vibrated from all the energy coursing through him. "What do you know?" cautiously asked the medic as he tried to decipher if Hardcase knew anything or was ribbing them again.

"Nothing," replied Hardcase, between his chuckles and sniggers. "Just something I think I saw last month and what Comet said a while back," he added innocently as if he was a cadet again on Kamino being punished for purposely winding up the bounty hunter in charge of training.

"Something you think you saw?" repeated Jesse. His interest was piqued, although he was unsure if it was because of Rex's earlier reaction or the mystery that seemed to unfold before them now. "Do tell."

"At 79's before we were deployed to Seleucami," began Hardcase, thinking back to the fun night again. "I was drunk, seen two of (Y/N), both of them were at the bar, one talking to Cody and Howzer, the other appeared to be playing games with the Bad Batch," he explained, rubbing the back of his neck as if to buff away the embarrassment. The two versions had been identical next to each other, yet no one else seemed to notice there were two versions of (Y/N).

"Two (Y/N)'s," spoke Kix, hearing Fives and Echo sniggering between themselves, almost as if they were in disbelief. Jesse was no better, practically stunned into silence—no doubt questioning how they wouldn't have noticed two versions of their angel. "I love her, but I can't handle two. Be like those two but worse," he commented, throwing a limp hand toward Fives and Echo.

"At least we'd know how she feels dealing with us," replied Fives, ignoring the previous comment, even when Echo pretended to be offended by it. "Makes you wonder what the 104th think is going on; Wolffe's not exactly one for mishaps," added the Arc Trooper, recalling Rex saying the battle-worn commander only seemed to like one of the civvi medics to pass through. Sarcastic, loud, and strong-willed, his eye hadn't bothered her, nor had his growls when she dragged him to her medbay.

"I don't think he'll care as long as the civvi medic knows what they're doing," replied Echo, looking up when the door to the cargo hold swooshed open. Rex returned behind (Y/N), now dressed in ordinary civvi clothes. Hyperspace was her off-duty time, or at least that's what they liked to say. (Y/N) however, always said medics didn't have the luxury of being off duty. Someone always needed their help.

"(Y/N)," called Jesse, confusion still written across his lips. "Why didn't you tell us about your ability to be in two places at once?" he asked, hearing (Y/N) sweetly chuckle, her eyes lighting up in amusement.

"I thought you boys already knew I could teleport," replied (Y/N), as another small giggle escaped her. Even more so as she witnessed the small group trying to figure out if she was serious or not. Although she'd admit she found it amusing, they hadn't seen the truth yet, even when all the clues were before them. "My ma was a witch from Dathomir; she taught me a trick or two," she added, her smile brightening just slightly as mischief began to lace through it.

"Neat trick, even if confusing when first seeing it," added Rex, refusing to admit he knew the truth. He was happy to keep it a secret for a little longer, if only to get some overdue payback on the five brothers gathered in the hold. "I don't think General Skywalker or Commander Tano quite wrapped their heads around it yet either," laughed the captain, throwing the two Jedi into the conversation for good measure.

"Do tell," called Kix, his brows sown together as if he suspected something wasn't quite what it seemed. Echo seemed to share his suspicion, although it was unclear if they were on the same trail.

"First date of all times," answered (Y/N), recalling that it had been an accident. Thankfully, Rex understood after it had been explained to him thrice. "Got a little distracted while waiting for Rex to return from the refresher, accidentally teleported to the bar," she explained, another sweet giggle escaping her lips. "Poor Comet, he didn't know what to do."

"Nah, the first time I noticed it was at the base," corrected the great Captain. Recalling the event, even now, it still drew a chuckle out of him, especially when he'd not been the only one to witness the unusual event or be bewildered by it. "You and Fox walked past me, Cody, and Wolffe. We saw you again with Clone Force 99 when we rounded the corner," recalled Rex.

"What …" Jesse called out in utter bewilderment. "How … What … I don't get it … What?"

"So you can teleport and pester more than one of us at a time?" questioned Fives, "Please teach me, please, please, please," he begged, his mischievous glint returning although tainted with confusion. He'd never met a civvi who could teleport, let alone cause so much chaos by helping people.

"What do you need to teleport for? You got Echo," called Hardcase, laughing at himself when he fell off the crates he'd previously been perched on. "You two switch so much; it's a game called Guess the Domino."

"Should we tell them?" asked (Y/N), looking down at the personnel file on the datapad. Her smile only seemed to widen when she did. Even more so when she knew all the clues to the truth were in front of the troopers, especially if they looked close enough.

"Nope," simply replied Rex.

"Tell us what?" called Kix, curious now more than ever. "Rex, (Y/N), tell us what?"

"I still owe you a caf date, right?" asked Rex, recalling when he had to take a rain check. He'd skipped the date to ensure General Skywalker's secret stayed as such.

"Yup," voiced (Y/N), popping the p. While taking the hint to draw out the torment of the collection of boys in blue.

"Rex corrupted our angel," Echo said playfully, accusing their captain. "Wait, don't medics outrank everyone?'

"You boys are smart; you'll work it out," called Rex as he led (Y/N) back through the door. He intended to take her to the mess hall for the caf, if only so the pair could laugh about it a little bit more. "Eventually."

"Game on," voiced Fives, accepting the challenge to figure out the truth. "I'll wager we'll have it figured by the time we get back to Coruscant," he called, acting far more confident than he felt. How were they going to figure out what was going on? What Rex and (Y/N) were hiding from them.

"You're not gonna let them live this down, are you?" asked (Y/N) as the two walked toward the lift.

"Nope," replied Rex with a mischievous grin of his own now. "Although I have a few ideas on how to prolong it," he added. "It involves Iseult," he whispered when close enough to ensure no one else heard the whispered name or learned about the secret weapon of mischief.

Part 2 - Part 3

Knight Princess Masterlist

[sharp-silver4795]

Who I Write For!

Specifically for My creepypasta stuff!!

Sooooo… yeah!

Quick Key:

* I made up a last name bc they don’t have one that I know of

** I made up an entire real name for them

« I’m still doing research on them

~ I’m unsure if I will actually use them

≈ I basically took the principle of the character and made my own story out of it

° Possibly Spelled Wrong

❌ Traitors

📍Technically Neutral

🐝 Marble Hornets

✏️ Personal OC

! Not the name of the Creepypasta

[Emoji] there will be a key in that section!

Second(s) in Command

Proxies (HCs)

Rouge Proxy (Heather Marshall)

Zechariah (Lynn*)

Wilson the Basher (Wilson Shane*)

Kate the Chaser (Kate Milens)

Kat Hunter (Rodrigo Ortiz)

Neon Spike (Na-eun Shinn) ✏️

X-Virus (Cody Chess*) HCs

Ticci Toby (Toby Rodgers) HCs

Masky (Tim Wright) 🐝 HCs

Hoodie (Brian Thomas) 🐝 HCs

Casters

Bloody Angel (Cassie Hanes**)

Judge Angels (Diana Clark)

Scarecrow Girl «

Allies

Non-Proxies

Jane the Killer (Jane Abbot°) HCs

Nina the Killer (Nina Hopkins) HCs

Jeff the Killer (Jeffery Woods) HCs pt2

Liu Woods 📍HCs

Nathan the Nobody (Nathan Lux) ❌

Puppeteer (Johnathan Blake) 📍

Clockwork (Natalie Ouellette) HCs

BEN Drowned (Benjamin Lawman)

Lost Silver (Ethan Miller) HCs

L. Jack 📍

L. Jill 📍

Candy Pop 📍

Jason The Toymaker 📍 HCs

Eyeless Jack (!Jack Nichols)📍HCs

Non-Casting

ChessMaster (William Dwight)

Ani the Wight (Anastasia Morozov) ❌

Bloody Painter (Helen Otis) HCs

Zero (!Alice Jackson) ≈ HCs

Dark Link

Doll Maker (Vine Gier)

Glitchy Red «

Kagekao « ~

Candy Cane 📍

Double Sided

Nurse Ann

Dr Smiley

Rose Demon OCs ✏️ (HCs)

These are basically all the Demons from an AU/Story that stemmed from my version of EJ.

It kinda Snowballed from me creating an idea of Death.

Children of Hydra

(True)Name // Name (by Humans) - Pronunciation - Sin

Sutna // Satan - “set-nuh” - Wrath

Lucifer - “loose-if-er” - Pride

Levinn // Leviathan - “lev-in-in” - Envy

Asmodeus - “Aw-s-mo-dee-us” - Lust

Bzelba // Beelzebub - “Beh-zel-buh” - Gluttony

Belphegor - “bell-feh-gore” - laziness

Mammon - “ma’am-uhn” - Greed

Pale Rose [Pride]

Skail

Niak

Violet Rose [Male Envy]

Selcra

Blue Rose [Lust]

Armery

Ceri

Pkal

Jegyn

Crimson Rose [Gluttony]

Eyeless Jack Eashar

Kikurik

Natural Rose [Sloth]

Harbre

Lixew

Treq

Amber Rose [Female Greed]

Sharbor

Weste

Rekol

Golden Rose [Male Greed]

Zcer

Gar

Lupar

I know I probably over did it with the dividers but it’s not my fault that they’re pretty 🤷

Divider Creds: Sister Lucifer

Header Creds: ME!!

[bejeweldskeleton]

WIP Wednesday arbeitest gerade aktiv an einem Oc der an Stories? Teile etwas mit uns darüber? #sharewhatintheqieks #ffmmff #workinprogress #fanfictionde

Sooo, dann komme ich auch zu dieser Frage :D Nur ein paar Mittwoche zu spät, aber naja. Immerhin etwas :D OCs:

(Semi-)aktiv arbeiten tue ich momentan nur an Law für @quinaelfina Good Luck. Da muss auf jeden Fall noch mehr aufs Papier bzw. ins Dokument gebracht werden, auch wenn die Ecken des Konzepts abgesteckt sind. Lustigerweise verarbeite ich bei ihm auch ein bisschen meine immer noch unerfüllte Lust auf Heiligen shizzle, welches ich ja schon bei der Frage nach Wunsch-MMFFs und dem Grishaverse angedeutet habe haha xD Aber Quina hat da einen winzigen passenden Krümel irgendwo om Prolog oder im Word-Dokument fallen lassen und ich habe mich draufgestürzt haha

Stories:

Ich habe so einige Storyideen parat, aber bin mir nicht bei allen sicher, ob das MMFF-Format wirklich die beste Wahl ist lol Allerdings schwanke ich wirklich bei allen zwischen MMFF oder nicht, weshalb ich sie hier einfach aufzählen werde. Es sind alles tatsächlich auch Ideen, die im Prosabereich angesiedelt sind. Idk über die Jahre habe ich mehr und mehr das Gefühl bekommen, dass viele Storyideen, die mir so kommen, gar nicht mehr so stark an ein Fandom gebunden sind oder es sich besser in einer eigenen Welt machen würde, die ich nach meinen eigenen Vorstellungen und narrativen Bedürfnissen gestalten kann. Klar, mehr Arbeit, weil man wirklich alles aus dem Nichts stampfen muss, aber worth it xD

Stage 97:

Los Angeles, 1970er. Eine ehemals legendäre Filmproduktionsgesellschaft, die einst die größten Stars des goldenen Zeitalters Hollywoods hervorgebracht hat, steht seit der Übernahme durch den inkompetenten Socialite-Sohn des alten CEOs kurz vorm Ruin. Abergläubische Leute munkeln, das Studio sei verflucht. Maxine St. John, frisch aus der x-ten Rehab und ehemalige Kinderschauspielerin außer Rand und Band, versucht wieder in Hollywood Fuß zu fassen, diesmal jedoch behind the scenes. Als PA am Ende der Hierarchiekette fängt sie bei [insert name of company] an und entdeckt bald, dass nicht alles mit rechten Dingen zugeht. Spooky stuff passiert. Maxine und eine Handvoll scrappy Filmcrewmitglieder machen sich auf die Suche nach der Wahrheit hinter dem, was das Stage 97 heimsucht :D Macht sich wohl am besten als MMFF und es würde auch mit ein paar vorgegebenen Rollen aufgezogen werden. Aber diese haben eher einen narrativ-funktionalen Hintergrund und werden weniger auf die Persönlichkeit der OCs bezogen sein, also z.B. eher "Hausmeister*in des Filmstudios" statt "Grimdark dude mit dunkler Vergangenheit". Aber ja, historischer Horror mit Hollywood-Glamour. Und gore lol.

Magical Heist (Arbeitstitel)

Las Vegas, irgendwann in der Zukunft. Kennt noch wer The Azkaban Job lol? Magischer Heist in der HP-Welt. Das ist die Neuauflage der Geschichte, aber ohne die HP-Welt, mit einem sinnvolleren Ort und Ziel zum fancy Ausrauben sowie viel weniger vorgegebenen Charakteren. Geblieben sind tatsächlich nur die Winter-Geschwister, da Adams Verhaftung bisher immer noch der Ausgangspunkt und Joans Antrieb dafür sein soll, ja zum Heist zu sagen. Allerdings spielt es jetzt in einer eigenen Welt, die erst vor kurzem Magie entdeckt hat, was natürlich bestehende gesellschaftliche Strukturen neu definiert sowie was es heißt, Macht zu haben. Aber das alles ist bloß der Hintergrund, vor dem fun crime passiert lol ... oder doch nicht? dam dam dam :D

Horizontal Storms/Stormcrawlers

USA als Ganzes, alternative Historie. Das ehrgeizigste und umfassendste Projekt von allen? Damit aber leider auch ein Projekt, das noch viele Lücken hat und nicht ganz weiß, wohin mit sich bzgl. Plot. Der Kern bildet jedoch ein Sci-Fi/Eco-Fantasy/Magical-Realism/Abenteuer Mischmasch?  Irgendwann im späten 20. Jahrhundert tauchen zuerst in den USA, später auch anderswo auf der Welt, Naturphänomene auf, die die Leute ohne bessere Alternative als “Stürme” bezeichnen. Riesig groß, tornado- oder mahlstromartig bilden sie Tunnel, das alles verschlingt, was hineingerät und nicht mehr herausgibt, auch nachdem die Stürme zerbersten. Als ob das Innere der Stürme ein Portal zu einer anderen Dimension wäre, auch wenn die Ein- und Ausgänge eindeutig und regelmä��ig in unserer Welt entstehen. Und was macht man angesichts eines grundgefährlichen Naturphänomens, das keiner erklären kann? Natürlich. Man entwickelt einen Extremsport im Untergrund drumherum und schlachtet das über illegale Übertragungskanäle aus lol. Kennt ihr Stormchasing? Das gepaart mit Rallye-Rennfahrten, einer Prise Monster Jam Campiness und Mad Max Bravado und tadaa: Stormracing ist geboren xD  Ziemlich einfache Grundidee: mehrere Rennteams treten gegeneinander an, um zu sehen, wer es als erstes durch so einen Sturmtunnel schafft. Neben den gegnerischen Teams muss man natürlich mit den Stürmen selbst kämpfen - herrscht in den Tunneln ja eine extrem menschenfeindliche Atmosphäre. Tornados und Sandstürme, unvorhersehbares Terrain und die Instabilität der Tunnelwände selbst, alles nicht so einfach. Die Teams bestehen jeweils aus zwei Fahrzeugen, ein Renn- und ein taktischer Wagen, in denen sich Personen verschiedener Rollen befinden, die es alle aus den Tunneln beschaffen müssen. Die Teams haben Stage Names, die meisten tragen Kostüme und Masken, es ist ne große Selbstdarstellung zusammen mit dem Nervenkitzel der immanenten Gefahr.  Und das alles ist nur der Hintergrund für die eigentliche Handlung lol (Und ja ja, auf meinem ff.de-Profil steht noch was zu mysteriösen Sponsoren, Expedition ins Ungewisse und jemand hat Amnesie - aber das gehört alles zu den o.g. Plotbaustellen, also muss es euch noch nicht interessieren xD)

[accio-bagel]

Master list

✧ Art

✧ Doodles

✧ Screenshots

✧ Ellie Crawford (MC, OC)

Feel free to use any of my screenshots as art references or fic inspiration, and feel free to use or include Ellie in MC stuff, just please tag me so I can see what you created! 💚

My art & doodles

Sebastian: Crying; Fallen Angel [WIP]

Garreth: Blindfold

Ellie: Halloween costume

Poppy, Natty, & Imelda: Girl Band [WIP]

Doodles/Meme Redraws: Sebastian, what are you reading?; Good boy Garreth; Traumatized Sebinis; Imelda Reyes Quidditch captain; Amit really likes stars; Bi panic!

Ellie Crawford

Introduction & Presets

Mood Boards

Screenshots: Photo dump 1; Photo dump 2; Autumn; Autumn outfits; Shrunk; Smiles; Photo dump 3; Moody adventurer; Staring

Fandom Creations: BG3 quotes, Whoops, & Album cover all by @ps-cactus; Group photo and Girlies by @girl-named-matty; Girlies and Slytherin Quidditch by @acslytherpuff

Ellie x Sebastian: Smitten; Punching Solomon; Arguing; Moonlit stroll; Crying together; Hogsmeade cuddle; Hogsmeade outing; Tension; Playing with fire; Pat pat; Checking out in the Undercroft; Impatient Seb; Chickening out in the Undercroft

1890s Slytherin trio: Villain practice

Canon character screenshots

Anne: Defending Feldcroft

Amit: Misc. Amit; Stargazing; Intense stare

Garreth: First ever Weasley Wednesday; Astronomy class 1; Nice lighting; Why can't we date him?; Plotting crimes; Moonlit in Beasts class; Gar Bear Stare; Mugshot; Whatcha lookin' at?; Dreamy; Potions Prodigy; Potioneer; Potions again!

Imelda: Misc. Imelda

Leander: En route to Hogsmeade; Outside SC

Natty: Misc. Natty; Natty appreciation; More misc. Natty; Town Circle

Ominis: Model Ominis; Misc. Ominis; Cunty in Charms class

Poppy: Light of my life; More Poppy; In the snow

Sebastian: Prettyboy; Sparkle moment

Sallows: Imperio glitch; Sallow Tilt; Twins' Birthday

Class screenshots

Charms: Model boys

Herbology: BEES

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dark Passenger - An EZ Reyes/OC Story.

So besties, I have folded spectacularly and decided to post the first chapter, just to see what the reaction is. Cue me sitting here now chewing my nails to bits as I wait to hear if it’s any good! If you enjoy it, please do let me know, and since I haven’t written a full length story for EZ yet, if you want to be helpful and put the word out to any EZ lovers out there who you think might enjoy it too, please feel free! 

Oh, and just to reiterate going on from my announcement post, this fic will centre around dark!EZ. He will be manipulative and toxic. The boy scout has died, but eventually, there will be a redemption arc. Until then, though, don’t expect a smooth ride with him! 

Words - 4,459

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.  

Maybe, if Ezekiel Reyes hadn’t been so consumed by an unquenchable thirst for revenge against the Sons of Anarchy, maybe if he hadn’t instigated calling a kill switch vote upon Marcus Alvarez with quite the gusto he had, he perhaps might have left time for El Padrino to warn him of such, before he was ousted from the head of the table.  

Heavy is the head that wears the crown. At that moment in time, the crown was a weight upon his head unlike anything he’d previously known, but he would not relent. He would not cease, not until the Sons had been pushed down via the clout of the Mayans, made to fall in line, their necks tethered like fierce guard dogs upon heavy chained leashes, each link a Mayan brother yanking back should they stray too far, ever reminded of the power they had over them.  

That power? Heroin.  

They now moved huge quantities for the Lobos New Generation cartel, their product giving the Mayans the footing they needed to crush all others beneath their weight. The streets were flooded, the prison supply now pushed exclusively by the MC, the once aptly named poison charter now standing tall and strong above all. Santo Padre led.  

The poison still swirled, though. For one man, he was only too happy, it would seem, to let it infect his veins. Yet it did not weaken him, or rather, it did no harm to the man he now was.  

The old EZ? It had all but killed him. Poisoned to death by power, greed and bloodlust. It was an opinion shared by everyone who had a seat at the table, as five pairs of dark brown eyes flitted between one another, and the large bag upon the table, placed there by their president. El Rey Oscuro, they called him in the safety of the shadows, out of the reach of his ears. The dark king. There was little light left within EZ, and they all knew it, saw it, felt it. Yes, they were back on top, untouchable, but at what cost?  

There upon the table sat the price they knew each of them would likely be set to pay for, sooner or later. The top rung of the ladder they stood upon was not without its complications, of which EZ was attempting to iron out.  

“I dunno, man,” Angel began, each other man silently thanking him for being the first to speak. “Heroin is one thing, but getting into this shit? Naw, I ain’t seeing the benefit in moving it.”

EZ rolled his tongue around the inside of his mouth, his forearms flexing as he knitted his fingers together before him. “Fentanyl is more powerful than heroin, many, many times over. We aren’t moving it, per se. We’re cutting our product with it.” He paused, lifting his chin a little more, the dim templo light catching the golden tones of his irises, hues the others were surprised did not burn red. It was as if hell itself had begun to swirl within him at times, after all.  

The dark king continued. “Since the unfortunateness of the warehouse fire, our first shipment for the LNG destroyed, forcing us to move an inferior quality replacement as you all know, we need to earn points with our supplier, build further trust, show initiative. We might have the heroin trade sewn up, but it’s with garbage. It’s moving, but not as quickly as the LNG would like. This sets us apart and transforms the product to one of superior quality, if we supply it to them in order to do the cutting. It’ll bring in more cash for us, too.”

Everyone remained quiet, the men shifting uneasily in their seats, their leather kuttes feeling heavy upon them, the hard wood of the chairs stifling, binding, reminding them of their place. Everyone else was held down beneath their force, but them? They were beneath the boot and the unshakable will of one man.  

It didn’t mean, however, that they would remain unquestioning in their fealty.

“EZ, while I agree we need to show such, we gotta be careful with this shit,” Bishop began, lighting a cigarette. “That stuff is deadly. If it ain’t cut correctly, it’ll set us apart in the fact that there’ll be a trail of dead bodies all leading back to us, thousands upon thousands of croaked junkies. That’s the kind of shit that gets us watched by certain governmental department eyes more so than we already are.”  

The words of his VP were, as usual, steeped in fact and good sense. EZ was, if nothing else though, a man who covered all his bases.  

“I have a chemist, one who not only is prepared to work exclusively for us in order to synthesise the fentanyl, but once moved across the border, be there to examine the cutting process and make sure it is precise enough to give the product the correct edge, thus eliminating the overdose danger. If it’s voted in, I will take him to meet with Galindo and Soledad personally, since I already broached the latter with this suggestion. She was keen, of course I told her I would need to take it to a vote, so that is exactly what we are assembled here tonight to accomplish.”

He waited expectantly, his eyes scanning the faces of the five men who sat around the table with him. Bishop spoke first.  

“No. It’s too much of a risk, especially with the eyes on us since Creep’s arrest. The heroin is moving, and that’s all we have to worry about, EZ. You’re talking about quality of product like it’s our name on the line, like we’ll be affected by it. We won’t. We’re the mules. Let the LNG worry about whether anyone thinks it’s garbage or not. We still get our cut regardless.”  

Hank was next to weigh in. “It’s a no from me, too. It’ll bring too much heat. That chemist might know what he’s doing, but can you really vouch for every single person cutting the heroin to get that kind of delicate balance right, thousands of times over? It’s way too much risk.”

“I think it’s a good idea. I vote yes.” Of course, Nestor would. Angel rolled his eyes, muttering something well under his breath. When it came to their president, the newest member of the club was nothing short of sycophantic in his eyes. Some might disagree, and state that his opinion was tainted by the fact that he disliked him, that Nestor was simply playing safe by showing loyalty during his fledgling months as a newly patched brother.  

Gilly and Angel’s votes were both against the idea, EZ’s demeanour changing in a nanosecond as he brought the gavel down, defeated, and extremely displeased by such as they all filed out of templo. The men who had voted against him could only hope that he would see the sense in their reasoning eventually, but until then, they knew El Rey Oscuro would be like a bear with a sore head.  

Picking up a beer and a bourbon from the bar, Bishop walked over to join Angel on one of the couches, sitting down with a sigh, handing him the beer. “He’s getting worse.”  

Angel’s eyes widened, his jaw twitching as he bit down, grinding his teeth slightly. The VP had noticed him partaking of that a lot of late. “You’re right, Bish. I know we all voted for war, but shit, mano. I live in the biggest fucking regret for voting that kill switch in. He ain’t ready to be at the helm.”

“I’m not gonna sit here and pretend like all of his decisions have been bad, I have to give him a little credit,” Bishop began, his thumb picking at a slight flaw in his bourbon glass. “We’re back on top because of him and his choices, but when he brings ideas like fentanyl to the table, I wonder where the fuck his mind is at. He’s reckless, and you’re right. When he behaves like that, he isn’t ready for it. We gotta try and keep a firm pull on his reins. He might be the head, but us, brother, we’re the neck.”

Angel had heard this before. “And the neck turns the head in whichever direction it wants, right?”

“Right.” His eyebrows fluttered, Bishop taking a deep breath before raising his glass to his mouth. “For as long as we possibly can. The weight of the head can always break the neck.”  

That statement didn’t fill Angel with much hope, but he had to hold a belief that somehow, his brother would settle more, and the days of him being labelled El Rey Oscuro would become a thing of the past.  

While they sat drinking and discussing, the man himself left a half-drunk beer at the bar, the headache he had coming on only exacerbated by having to share space with the men who had voted against him. He was pissed off, and sought a distraction from it, somewhere where he could feel like he was the one in charge, somewhere he could relax, preferably with something pretty to look at.  

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Yes, he needed a distraction.  

The Luna Lounge was a relatively new enterprise within Santo Padre, the owner of such wanting to offer punters a classier feel to the surroundings in which they viewed the scantily clad women twirling around poles along the long, elevated stage that ran along the back of the bar. It didn’t matter how much he dressed it up, it was still a place to drink beer and see tits and ass. Except the beer was mostly imported and the tits and ass were of superior quality to those within the smaller, grimier establishments dotted around the bleak back streets of the border town, so it had that going for it, at least.  

EZ took a seat, a guy who looked like he was all but ready to finish his shift greeting him with a tired smile, taking his drink order. Once furnished with a beer, he moved around to the stage side, scanning what was on offer as women of various appearance clocked him, all brandishing the same warm smiles full of sensual allure, those smiles not quite reaching their eyes.  

And then he saw her.  

She was breathtaking, and he could tell as he sat down before where she slowly shimmied around a pole that she had absolutely no idea how stunning she was, but god, how she worked what she had. She should have been on the front of a magazine cover, not swinging around a pole in platform shoes and underwear much too cheap to be befitting of her beauty. She was, as the other girls were too, a little lacking in lustre behind the eyes, likely wondering how life had led to them strutting around a stage for their cash, ones and fives thrown up, tens and twenties from the more generous clientele.  

Camille could feel his eyes on her before she even turned around to view him. Tall, dark, handsome. Not many of his type frequented The Luna Lounge. In fact, she wagered he likely didn’t need to pay girls to take their clothes off and dance for him at all, looking the way he did. A mere click of his fingers would be all it took, she thought to herself, sauntering over before any of the other harpies she shared the stage with clocked him.  

“Well,” she began, crouching before him, her full lips curving in a way that made something very pleasant run through him, “aren’t you the most handsome thing to walk in here all night.”

Taking a bill from his pocket, he reached for her thong, tucking it into the elastic. “Hmm.” The noise he made confirmed he agreed with her statement; of course, he did. He’d seen himself in a mirror, he knew what he had.  

Camille looked down at her hip, seeing the bill was a twenty, turning back to him with a smile full of promise. “That’s very generous of you, handsome.” Running her perfectly manicured nail slowly down his cheek, she felt a little ripple of excitement when he turned and kissed her fingertip, his dark gold eyes focusing in on her. She liked it when they made her feel special.  

“How much time does that buy me with you dancing right there in front of me?”  

“Just enough to keep you throwing up those bills if you want more.” With a wink, she slowly rose to standing, her feline glide taking her back to the nearby pole, hoisting herself up and locking her legs around it, leaning back gracefully as she slowly turned, her blonde curls tumbling, the shining blue of her eyes fixed upon his.  

He watched her intently, focusing on the way the black lace of her underwear accentuated her body, her breasts obviously not her own, but well done enough that they didn’t look ridiculous. Not like the bad boob job currently grinding into the next pole down with the kind of uncouth gusto that didn’t exist in the blonde who was captivating his attentions with her elegance. She’d accentuated her tanned skin with little sparkles, sweeps of glitter highlighting the curves of her hips, the rise of each breast and the lithe muscles in her long, slender legs.

She was immaculate, even down to her matching mani and pedi, glittery black fingers and toes, the sooty smudge of her smoky eye makeup the same, care and effort put into her appearance. Yes, she was most definitely too good for twirling around a pole for a living, but EZ wasn’t about to tell her that. It was her job to make him feel good, after all.  

“So,” he asked after a while, Camille returned to right in front of him. “How much to get you by yourself?”  

“A standard lap dance will cost you forty. A full nude version, sixty.”  

He licked his top lip, nodding. “I think the extra twenty is worth it.”  

She smiled, gracefully getting down from the stage. “Give me a couple of minutes, and I’ll meet you just over there by the blue curtains, Mr President.” She winked, running her hand down his arm, her pulse fluttering. God, the muscles. She loved it when they were gorgeous. And he was the president of an MC, too. A man of power, she noted. She liked that even more; it made her feel special that he’d chosen her.  

Returning to the dressing room, she changed into a nude-coloured set of lace undies, a matching dress too, leaving on the peach toned sparkly nipple pasties she wore beneath her bra, fluffing her hair, spritzing on her favourite perfume, adding a few more sparkles before changing her shoes to match. Clear lucite with pale peach ribbons tying each one to her delicate feet and ankles.  

Leaving his almost finished draught beer on the side of the stage, EZ was on his way over to the curtained area when he saw the shimmering light of the blonde appear, Camille reaching for his hand with a soft smile that was one hundred percent allure, leading him through the curtains and into the private room. It was decorated all in dark blue, with thousands of twinkling lights strewn across the ceiling, looking like a starry sky, small booths dotted around, four other girls present, all in various stages of undress as they worked their charm for the respective men who had paid for their time.

EZ took a seat in the circular booth, Camille leaning forward, resting her hands on his thighs, her lips tickling the outer edge of his ear. “Get comfortable and enjoy, handsome.” She rose slowly, her body beginning to sway softly to the beat of the music, the song unfamiliar to him, but the tones just as sensual and richly delicious as the blonde who danced before him. Her striptease was natural, unhurried and sensually suggestive, enticing him every step by the way she made a show of something as simple as removing a dress.  

He tried to fight against the spell he felt himself falling under, the enchantment of her reveal, wanting to remain in control, the one who had others bend to his will, in order to redress the shifted balance that the lack of success at templo had left him feeling. She was here to soothe the stinging within, but he would remain objective, and her his subject.  

Perhaps someone should have explained the finer details of the purpose of a lap dance to him. He was the one paying to relinquish control, and let a beautiful woman distract him with fantasy, if only for a short time. His stance over such was certainly telling over where his mind was on the subject of losing even one ounce of control in any aspect of his life, though.  

Camille felt it, too. While she didn’t know his inner thoughts, she knew he sat there tense, fighting against himself somewhat. She leaned into him, her bra clad breasts brushing his chest through the grey, long sleeved t shirt he wore, soft meeting hard, hoping to coax a little of the tension out of him. Once again, her body dipped against his, a soft, sweet moan spilling from her lips, turning on her heel and seating herself in his lap, gently rotating her rounded butt against his crotch.  

She timed it, waiting for just long enough for his pulse to escalate, standing again, her hands smoothing over her body as she unhooked her bra, the front fastening then secured by her palms as she turned back to look at him over her shoulder, a smouldering pout accentuating her lips. Turning back to him, she moved in a graceful glide to the last bars of the song, the room quiet only for a few moments before a song he recognised instantly began to play.  

Venus in Furs was one of Camille’s favourites to strip to, internally beaming to herself as she moved fluidly, her hands working in tease over her breasts before finally revealing them, the glitter of her pasties catching the dim light, sinking to her knees to crawl toward him, hands grasping his thighs and slowly stroking upwards as she brought her body up between them.  

Mounting his lap once more, she locked her eyes onto his, gently gyrating against him a few times before bending back fully, her hips rolling slowly, her hands coming up to pull at each pastie, casting them away before she sat back up again, each blush nipple stiffening a little, trailing her fingers down his cheeks as finally, she saw the corners of his mouth upturn.  

“Got him.” she thought, watching his shoulders relax, knowing it was only a matter of time. Bare naked tits usually did the trick, though. Continuing to grind herself against him, she felt his breath hit her neck, knowing she was escalating him, giving him a few more seconds before she stood, moving back to her floorshow dance, leaving him feeling as if someone had yanked at the rope of his resolve... and unravelled it completely.  

The way she’d just moved against him had utterly blown his mind, ensnared him further than her enchanting display so far, pulled him away from himself and, what he needed most, made him forget. Here, he didn’t need to be in control. Finally, he got it. But fuck, how he wanted more.  

And that was exactly her design.  

“This no touching rule is getting more difficult to stick to by the moment,” he blurted, not able to prevent the words from leaving his mouth. Her allure, her scent, her moves, her body. Her. She’d got her hooks into him, and he couldn’t help but let the complimentary statements keep on rolling off his tongue. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”  

She smiled, smoothing her hands over her breasts, placing a foot up on the back of the booth to the side of his head, her body undulating, EZ inhaling a sharp breath. Oh, the urge to turn his head and skim a lick over her ankle. Camille saw it, too, the state she was working him up into. “I bet it’s the only thing you can think about, isn’t it? Running those big, powerful hands all over me. You have to be good, but me? Mmm, not so much.”

Lowering her leg again, she seated herself in his lap, wiggling against him, her body moving in a serpentine roll, turning her head, her breath fluttering against his cheek as she felt something very big beginning to harden against her butt. A gorgeous, jacked Latino guy with a big dick; he was definitely one hundred percent her taste, but he was work, and she had to remind herself of that.  

One more seductive dance before him, this time undoing the ribbon ties of her thong, and she was back astride him, grinding herself into him harder this time, her body pressed tightly against his, EZ physically moving his hands beneath his thighs, the temptation to grasp her almost too much to resist.  

“Yeah, do you want me, gorgeous? I can feel that you do. God, it’s so big,” she purred, her hand gently grasping his jaw as she rotated against him, EZ feeling himself spinning. There they were, client and lap dancer, and the heat that escalated between them was very, very real. More potent than either of them could have anticipated. There it was, the first thread of connection linking between them, and it crackled like a live wire.  

“You could pull my cock out and get on it right now, and I wouldn’t stop you, and no one would know. You want it, don’t you? Yeah, you wanna fuck me.”  

And god, how she did. It was unmistakable, the heat of her want as he watched the fire of it dance in her eyes, a blaze of lust that was unmistakable, that wasn’t an amped up bluff performance for the purposes of allure. However, she was in control, and she remained that way, working him up, and up... and up, until he felt his cock twitching against her, hot and hard, dying for release, tingling violently until... no she wasn't going to make him... fuck. Yes, she was. She’d actually made him cum in his pants, while staring him right in the eye entire time.

God... fucking... damn.  

He certainly hadn’t expected that, Camille climbing off him, picking up her underwear and sliding them back on, her dress following. He took her money from his pocket as he stood somewhat uneasily, adjusting his jeans, tucking the bills into the corner of her bra, eyeing her appreciatively. “What time do you finish?”

“1am,” she confirmed, fluffing her hair, resting her hands to her hips.  

“Good, I’ll wait,” he spoke, leaning to her ear. “Because the next time you make me blow my load, I want to actually be inside of you.”  

She smirked, running her fingernails down his chest, her face nearing his, still teasing him with the allure, the promise of more, until it ground to an abrupt halt. “I’m not that easy, big fella.”  

As she sauntered away, for the second time that night, EZ felt frustrated at not being able to attain the goal of having others to bend to his chosen will. While he knew the table vote would remain resolute, the same would not be said for the blonde stripper.  

He’d make her comply, because he knew she wanted him just as much as he did her. It was only a matter of wearing her down, but he would. Being on top of everything in his world was the only acceptable place for Ezekiel Reyes, and before the week was out, he very much intended to be on top of her.  

Exiting the private room, he walked back to the bar while Camille headed for the dressing room, sitting down in front of a pale beauty, with long black hair and a plentiful collection of tattoos.  

“Evening, sexy,” she purred, sinking to her knees and leaning close to him in brazen fashion.  

He replicated the lean, looking her up and down. “How’d you like to earn a hundred dollars?”

The corners of her mouth tilted. “You just came out from a private dance, and you want another? Shit, Camille must be slipping.”

“No,” he confirmed. “That girl I came out with, Camille, you say? I wanna know when she’s working this week. You tell me what hours, and the hundred is yours, babe.” To show he wasn’t bluffing, he pulled the bill from his wallet, sliding it across the shiny surface, his finger remaining. Raven looked down at it and back up at him, figuring it to be the easiest hundred she’d make that night.  

“Wednesday, seven ‘till two, Friday and Saturday, six ‘till one.”  

His finger left the top of the bill, using it to tickle under her chin with a wink. “Thanks, gorgeous.” Armed with the information he needed, he left, all the while planning his return.  

Ezekiel Reyes; he was a man who got what he wanted in the end. And damn, he wanted Camille. Meanwhile, the lady herself sat in her chair in front of her makeup mirror, sinking a shot of tequila from the bottle she always had stashed in her bag for emergencies. The owner didn’t allow the girls to drink while they worked, but in this case, she needed a little jolt of strong alcohol.  

God, the way he’d looked at her. Sure, she was in the business of having men look at her like that, especially when she was grinding herself into their lap, but there was an intensity to the man with a chest about as wide as the hood of her car, and a cock that felt so big, it likely had its own zip code. The intensity of that stare, though, a stare she knew she’d reciprocated with honest intent, it was burned into her mind. There’d been a connection there, and suddenly, Camille cursed herself for not being quite as easy as he presumed her to be.  

Because of her profession, she’d always been a little uptight about the speed with which she had sex with a guy, though. Two hours later, while she was alone in her house watching a pan of pasta bubble, she closed her eyes and saw him there, the dark, sexy man whose name she didn’t even know.  

What she did know, though? He’d be back.  

[mamuzzy]

Say hi to our corrie Medic we made with my gf for our RPs~ Headshot is devoted to improve himself and his skills so he can treat his brothers accordingly to the circumstances Coruscant sets for them and while the guard fight their own battles - let it be the crimes of the street or the filth of the Senate, sometimes even their own brothers in the GAR -, they tend to get scars which cannot be healed by bacta or scalpel. And healing broken hearts and disturbed minds are not something the medics are trained for in the first place. Headmedic Headshot is trying to keep the whole disasterfest called Coruscant Guard together along with his loyal medics, Pons and Angel (both OC's, maybe I'll draw them too).

And don't worry. Fox is completely open-minded and accepting about his vod'ike's weird fashion choices... except when he is not.

(DO NOT REPOST! Thank you.)

[callmemana]

Top Gun Maverick Fanfic : 1

Key: smut - 🌸/ fluff - 🦋 / angst - ☂️/ personal favorite - 👓/

Billy ‘Fritz’ Avalone:

Willow @kirliao 🦋👓

Brigham ‘Harvard’ Lennox:

Party For Two @mrsjaderogers 🦋

Callie ‘Halo’ Shen:

Halo HC @jungle-angel 🦋👓

Halo HC @probably-not-a-rocketscientist 🦋👓

Girls’ Night Out (Ao3) (+Phoenix) @gilded-sketchbook 🦋☂️👓

Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado:

Best Friend’s Little Sister @call-sign-jinx 🌸☂️

Charity Auction @wildbornsiren 🦋👓

Close @buckyr00s ☂️

Gold Rush @kirliao 🦋👓

He’s Only Happy When He’s Dancing @jungle-angel 🦋👓

Intimidating GF @sebsxphia 🦋

Javy and Your Newborn @sebsxphia 🦋👓

Levels and Jealous @mrsjaderogers 🌸

Movie Night @jungle-angel 🦋👓

This Land @jungle-angel 🦋👓☂️

The Waiting @rae-gar-targaryen 🦋👓 (pregnant! Reader)

Your Love Is All The Love I Need 2 @theharddeck 🦋☂️

Logan ‘Yale’ Lee:

Champagne Problems @kirliao

Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace:

Changing My Flight Plans @thesluttyarchivist 🌸🦋

First Time @topguncortez 🌸

Love Who You Love @daughterofthereaper02 🦋👓

Let Me Love You @twistnet 🌸

Rare Touch @wildbornsiren 🌸🦋👓

Secret Relationship With Natasha @sebsxphia 🦋👓

Sharing Isn’t Caring @topguncortez 🌸

The Night We Met @bobfloydsbabe 🦋 (OC)

Wedding Cake @daughterofthereaper02 🦋👓

Reuben ‘Payback’ Finch:

Almost There @katcoquette ☂️

Blanket & Pillow Fort @jungle-angel 🦋👓

Holiday Party @wildbornsiren 🦋👓

Prompt 37 @jungle-angel 🦋👓

Jake x Bradley:

Killshot (Ao3) @thebahwrites 🌸🦋☂️👓

Snowfall In San Diego @evansrogerskitten 🌸🦋☂️👓

Jake x Bradley x Robert:

When Your A Stranger (Ao3) @thebahwrites 🌸🦋☂️

Hannix:

The Wedding Bet Date (Hannix) @happypopcornprincess 🌸🦋☂️👓

Platonic!Halo x Platonic!Phoenix:

Girls’ Night Out (Ao3) (+Halo) @gilded-sketchbook 🦋☂️👓

[silverwings22]

Writing Interview Tag Game!

Thank you @annwayne for the tag. This looks like it'll be fun. ^.^

About me

When did you start writing? I really can't remember I time when I wasn't. When we would read storybooks in kindergarten I would try to make up similar ones of my own. (Does that count as baby fanfiction?) As I got older, I'd storyboard ideas, make comics, and write both fanfics and original works just for fun. I wasn't a very social or popular kid, but I had lots of friends in my stories.

Are there different genres or themes you enjoy reading other than the ones you write? I write the themes I love the most: angst, romance, hurt/comfort, and prophecy/fate. I always want to end my stories on a happy note, but I do love a well done break-it ending. I can't bring myself to write mine that way, but I think I put my characters through enough.

Is there an author you want to emulate, or are compared to often? A friend in college told me I write like Tolkien, in that I am descriptive of the settings/characters even when the visual description might not really be necessary. But I'm also a really visual person, so that's how I think. In my original work, I think I'd like to emulate Robert Newcomb. His writing, to me, is very viceral and evocative. I love his "The Fifth Sorceress" series.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space? I used to have a TV dinner tray table and a couch, but when my daughter moved out I turned that spare bedroom into a guest room/office. So it's currently a pop up card table with my laptop, ipad for drawing, and usually a fat black and white longhaired cat laying on my arms while I try to type. Constellation is my co-writer.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse? Music. I'll go play through Youtube's suggested songs and write mental AMV's until I get a scene. I have playlists for characters, for stories, for scenes that don't even make sense, but it always comes back to a song. If I hear a new one I like, I'll listen to it again and again until I get an idea.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and/or places you write about? Oh definitely. I grew up in the American South, and my ideas about family (motherhood especially) are very influenced by my raising and the culture I grew up in. There's good and bad sides to it, which I try to explore in my writing.

Are there any reoccurring themes in your writing? If so, do they surprise you? Found family and motherhood, generational trauma, and breaking cycles. Those were intentional. I sort of accidentally stumbled onto the theme of "lovers get separated and have to re-learn each other and fall in love all over again" but I really like it. So I'm gonna keep writing it, and I hope people keep liking it.

Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character? Well, I'm currently working on a Hunter Bad Batch fic, so I'm pretty fixed on the female OC lead. Vayryn Vale. This poor girl. I decided to play around with the idea of a dyad in the Force and that Anakin Skywalker was made by Darth Plaguis messing with the Dark Side, so she's the answer from the Light. She's Forceborn, and considers herself his sister. She's the responsible one between the two of them, but they're inseparable as kids. Shenanigans and the lives of the party ensue, right up until the war starts. Her Master is Ima-gun Di. Take from that what you will.

Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life? Miria Halcyon and Shiani Illumai, absolutely. I like to think I'd make friends with Vayryn too, but her later character development is a study into my own struggle with PTSD and abandonment issues so I'm not sure if she'd like me. I think I'd get along with Angel Gar and Zenaria Kenobi too, and I'd volunteer to babysit all the OC babies.

Which characters would you dislike the most of you met them? I don't know that I'd dislike any of my characters outright. I try to make them at least a little likeable, because I put a little of my heart into all of them. Even when they're being disagreeable, there's always an underlying and usually sympathetic reason in the background. That said, Vayryn is a little mean to Hunter for a while.

Tell me about the process of coming up with your characters? I see a canon character. I become obsessed. I decide what kind of person I think they'd mesh with romantically, based on either canon or what I extrapolate from canon and my very surface-level understanding of psychology. Then I write a back story on what would make a person have that kind of personality, introduce them to the canon character, and then throw situations at them that ruin their lives until I've decided they've earned a happy ending. In hindsight, I don't sound unhinged. I sound like I'm not attached to the door frame anymore.

Do you notice any reoccurring themes/traits in your characters? You either die someone's sad daughter or live long enough to see yourself become a good mom. Abandoned or orphaned characters. Chronic illness, either mental or physical. Nightmarishly low self esteem. And scars. So many scars.

How do you picture your characters? I love to doodle. I'm still teaching myself to draw on Procreate on my ipad, but I pencil-draw all the time at work at my desk. There's an accordion folder in my bedroom just full of concept art and doodles. Some make it into the fics, some don't.

My writing

What’s your reason for writing? Regrettably, I am haunted by the wretched visions. My brain cannot, will not, must not shut up. If I write them, I can focus the unending brain background chatter. If I don't... well, I get very distracted, crabby, and anxious. I am not kidding when I say haunted by the vision, I mean HAUNTED by the visions. Possessed by the creative spirit that cannot be denied. Utterly helpless in the face of my own imagination. Ya'll, I'm autistic, okay?

Is there any specific comment or type of comment from readers that you find particularly motivating? I love comments. Any comment, on any chapter, just makes my day. Even if it's just smilie faces, knowing that someone is reading this thing that fell out of my head and enjoying it? Peak happiness. Unfathomable delight. That being said, my favorite are the ones where someone swears at me. When the fic hits just right that someone is compelled to send me "how could you, you bitch?" cracks me up every time. I run ideas by my best friend just to get cussed.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers? Well, I hope they enjoy my writing to start off. But I hope they feel comfortable engaging with me, and I hope they think I'm a nice person. I like talking to other people in the fandom (I'm shy, but I'll respond) and I hope I come across as encouraging to other writers. The tumblr community is a cozy little place for me, and I'm by nature a mom-friend.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer? I'm not scared of the nitty-gritty topics. PTSD, disability, social prejudice/racism, domestic violence, sexual abuse, etc. A lot of people in fandom don't want to touch that stuff with a 10ft pole (and they shouldn't have to if they're not comfortable with it, I'm not saying they should.) but I think that there is a niche market of people who really need those stories. Those who have been suffering from said issues can see themselves in the story, and see their heroes rise above those circumstances. I've been told my writing can get dark, but I think the darkness shows us where light can be. And I tag my fics so no one gets caught off guard. I don't want to hurt anyone.

Have you been told what is your greatest strength as a writer is by others? I've been told I'm pretty good at emotional delivery. And sibling banter, which I better be good at because I'm one of 13 kids!

How do you feel about your own writing? I love it. I hate it. I want everyone to see it. I want to hide it in a drawer forever. I want to be a famous author. I want to be a hermit and never see the light of day. Writing is both my greatest achievement and biggest source of stress. But I've made some really wonderful friends throughout the years. My best friend and roommate I actually met because he read a Naruto fanfic I wrote when I was 15. @daytodaycrowthoughts I love you!

If you were the last person on earth, would you still write? Yup. Haunted by the wretched visions, even alone. Actually, I might get more writing done because if I don't have someone else to look after, I'll forget to eat/drink water/pee/sleep. So I might not survive very long, but I'll be writing until then.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, do you write purely for yourself, or is it a mix of both? I always write the scenarios of what I want to write, but sometimes I'll go back over the wording/how it plays out and consider how it would read to an outside perspective. Especially with those "nitty gritty" dark scenarios. I don't want to write trauma porn, I want to treat the tragedy as what it is and make it the monster to be defeated in the end. I do sometimes worry that readers will think I'm a total monster just because of how dark the stories can get.

If you're reading, consider yourself no-pressure tagged. ^.^

[ghostpaynes]

I wanna search for new rp areas that can keep my brain not mush. Looking mostly for group multifandom will work Fast invidual rps can work too. Keep in mind I'm an adult so at the least 16+ but prefered 18+

Things I'd want to rp Hatchetfielld (I main Pete, Max, Paul, Wiggly, Tinky, Hannah, and Duke but will explore) Spies Are Forever (Main Agent Curt and Tatiana but will branch out I also I my little chimera oc) Solve It Squad (Never rped prob Scrags I also have just watched the first play not the christmass and other stuff yet) DC (Damien Wayne, Rita Farr, John Bowers, Rama, Dream of The Endless, Gar, Somewhat Cliff Steel and prob more) Killjoys (Kobra, Fun Ghoul, Dr. D, Korse Maybe val and my ocs) Shameless (Idk here) Helluva Boss (Stolas and Fiz but will branch) Hazbin (Never played anyone but looking at Vox, Velvette, Angel, and maybe Vaggie) I will not join 16+ server as Hazbin characters mostly bc a lot of the ones I like are yeah. Iffy on the Helluva Boss one too

[veetlegeuse]

i told myself i wasn’t going to make a sappy new years post but i’m home alone and stuck with my thoughts so i thought, why not? this has easily been one of the hardest years of my life. i’ll spare everyone the gory details and instead say this: 2022 can suck my fuckin’ nuts.

that being said, i did have a really good handful of keeping me afloat. so i’m gonna talk about them. 😤

my og tumblr besties, my southside spooktacular ghouls, the freakin’ loves of my life, thank you for always being around and dealing with my dumb ass, from health scares to oc shenanigans, i freakin’ love you guys.

@waterloou — lou. my freakin’ soulmate. my forever writing partner. i love you so much. thank you for allowing me to immediately ramble about anything and everything at any given moment. thank you for trusting me with your lovingly created characters. thank you for helping me grow, as a writer, as an editor, as a person. you are incredible and i hope you stay in my life forever.

@humangrumpycat — laurien. thank you for blessing me with your absolutely brilliant mind. you are so creative, so smart. your rewrite of stranger things is genuinely better than the original. the suffer brothers could never. i know i’m terrible at responding to you, but please know that i see you and i see what you create and i feel so goddamn honored to be privy to it.

@s-s-southsideserpentine — court. my fellow libra queen. you have been such an insane help to me this year. delicate would honestly not have been nearly as good without your constant support and help. you have no idea how much it means to me that you have been around to read and edit literally almost at a moment’s notice. thank you for that, and for always introducing me to cool music and cool shows and swapping opinions and theories with me.

moving on to my new discord girlies, the co-captains of the s.s. friendship, the keepers of the greenhouse. when anna mentioned adding some new friends to a group chat, i was apprehensive, but i was introduced to two of the sweetest souls and i am so grateful.

@joaquinwhorres — anna. i love that we have become such good friends this year. it has been so refreshing to be friends with someone so open to communication, who doesn’t shy away from tough conversations. it has been so fun getting to know you better and hearing your teacher stories and seeing the kind of work you do outside of the incredible work you do on the internet. also, my phone will forever want to correct ‘the’ to ‘thé’ for the rest of time thanks to you. a constant reminder of our friendship.

@bobfloydsbabe — helena. you sweet, sweet angel. you are so full of love and light, so kind and so thoughtful. i say this with love, it is a wonder that someone as wonderful as you came from such a chaotic family. i just adore you to pieces and i am so proud to say i know you. i am so glad anna introduced us.

@rae-gar-targaryen — rae. we met during a drama storm, and you instantly saw me giving my most rabid dog protector energy and still accepted me anyway lmao. you are easily one of the coolest people i’ve met on the internet, your way with words is incredible, and it has been so, so nice getting to know you.

and, of course, last but certainly not least, my smoshy partner in crime.

@carmens-garden — anna-maria. every conversation we have brings me so much joy. i love having a friend who is into smosh as much as i am, and i love that that mutual love brought us together, because you are wonderful. you are such a joy, and so sweet and so generous. it is an absolute pleasure to be your friend.

i hope 2023 brings y’all everything you deserve and more. 🫶🏼

[prowlingthunder]

WIP title ask game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!   I was, effectively, tagged by @norcumii

Titles under the cut. Tagging @thelavenderhimbo @chen-qing @zpansven @mandakatt @mtraki

A Child of Blood Birds of a Feather Wolfthreat Denguards Witcher!Buffy Red [sybil and athena] A Mother’s Love Harry Potter and the Light of the Moon Minor Troubles Roses in Stained Glass The Ripple Effect Des and Noct swap places Dragon’s Breath [Eddie Finch] [Jake Finch] [Hobbit/RW] [Killing Stalking/Fallout3] [RW/PJO] In a God’s Bedroom [ST/RW] Brothers And Sisters [Thor/RW] [WTNC/Arcana] Foxkits [CSI NY Lupercalia] [Dark Matter sequel to Pack and Pups] Hell Hath No Fury The Devil’s Luck Highschool [Sil/F8] (Best Laid Plans) Outsider The GOAT Big Town Blues Radstorm Line-dried Laundry (Porns Start Like This) [Inside Pandora’s Box] [Pandora’s Divide] Russian Roulette [Silquinn scarmarks soulmate kidfic] Snow Angels Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy Winter Animals All The Things I Didn’t Say [silquinn daemonfic] Justice for All scriptflip Witcher!River Ascendent Ab Infernis to abstain from doing harm A General Gift Nicias/Nicola/Caleb Triplets!verse Cathedral of You fanfic Dawnfire Prompto/Cor Galahdian!Noctis Galahdian!Prompto Galahdian!Gladio Galadian!Ignis The Feral Coeurl of Galahd Cor/Ariel Sealion dress fic [legion beaucoup] sequal Terrible Things Papa!Nyx Vampire!Shields [modern ardyn/ravus au] herbwitch!Ignis Cor/Ariel Sealion dance fic [transplant fics] Vipers Victim Caleb first heat in insomnia give a brother wings snowchild Clonebaby genderbender au Zag/Achilles/Pat afterbattle comfort Charon/Hermes/Zag Wolflords Caran Dagra Starlight, Starbright Blood and Water Black Cats and Broken Mirrors Step Two [Bioshock ABO] [Heron/Seraphim fix-it] (This is what it’s like) (wolf fur and dragon teeth) All The Little Children Puppy At Heart Batman/Hawkgirl Brad Wayne [Genji Lives] [Yuuma Op] Nest of Vipers [Stanfic] [Genji Lives Path] [McHanzo Timetravel Shenanigans] Taijo Aitai fanfic Quadrature Kagome, Kagome Coal Dust Blood and Ashes The Chosen Ones What Happened To Gavin [RPF: PT meets lR] Jedi!Shmi Mirshko/Cody Snowdrops Son of Sands Wolves [Jeeri Stormwitch thing] Supernova Revan+Wolves Monsters in the Dark A Pocket Ful of Sand [tcw/ep7 timetravel] Sempiternal Energy The Prophecy Impulse Matchstick/Hell Abo gullet fic Impulse/Selhat broke down my walls because of you so I'm just a dead man crawling the ground a garden grows [untitled oc clone ruination] like father like son [rex/krell] ge’tal par gar Safe sex Shmijango slave au Everybody wingfic [SamJack] [cohabitation fic] Bad Plan Marching Band What Big Sisters Are For Homecoming [Arrow/RW Multiverse] [Papa!Cye] Empty Letters for the Yiling Patriarch Little shadows far reaching [keith and marie] witchwolves [Human!geralt]

[mintatheena]

creecher spam,,, her name is Josephine and she is my new oc